I know there are other stories like mine. Please share them.
How do we dispose of this fun killing menace?
I know the guy is old but he should get a job or hobby. Piss off to the golf course like all the other winging old fogeys, knit a friggin sweater, feed some ducks or go hold up a line at the supermarket and tell the person at the counter your "old days" stories about shit that never happened.
Does he seriously have nothing better to do than watch kerri anne in the mornings and call the ranger on people riding bikes. I know where I was riding it is prohibited like every other area but I was in bushland over 100 meters away from a house and why bring a shovel?
Sorry just wanted to vent a little.
-anon
How do we dispose of this fun killing menace?
I know the guy is old but he should get a job or hobby. Piss off to the golf course like all the other winging old fogeys, knit a friggin sweater, feed some ducks or go hold up a line at the supermarket and tell the person at the counter your "old days" stories about shit that never happened.
Does he seriously have nothing better to do than watch kerri anne in the mornings and call the ranger on people riding bikes. I know where I was riding it is prohibited like every other area but I was in bushland over 100 meters away from a house and why bring a shovel?
Sorry just wanted to vent a little.
-anon